Bombs are falling,
time is tickng,
there's very little hope.
Machine gun fire,
artillery shells,
and destruction everywhere.
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Crowded trenches,
some men weep,
we go long nights,
we get little sleep.
I stand in puddles,
in the trenches,
breathing in the dying stenches.
It seems to me,
we all shall die,
the time has come,
to black out the sky.
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Hope is lost,
all is gone,
my life is now... a very sad song.
In the barbed wire ditches,
and the bloody muddy lands,
lays the remains,
of my now dead friends.
When the world comes crashing down
Bombs are falling,
time is tickng,
there's very little hope.
Machine gun fire,
artillery shells,
and destruction everywhere.
Crowded trenches,
some men weep,
we go long nights,
we get little sleep.
I stand in puddles,
in the trenches,
breathing in the dying stenches.
It seems to me,
we all shall die,
the time has come,
to black out the sky.
Hope is lost,
all is gone,
my life is now... a very sad song.
In the barbed wire ditches,
and the bloody muddy lands,
lays the remains,
of my now dead friends.